Fifty-eight:
Cecelia Porter
I was engaged, and I hadn’t even graduated yet. Since the Queen was my official guardian, she had control over everything I did. With her permission, I could marry Henry even though I didn’t want to. She had already circulated that an engagement had happened. Implying that Henry had saved me the night of the Coleum meeting, and that we had gotten engaged shortly after. The world was waiting for the announcement.
Now that Henry had picked the Tudor rose ring, the Queen was ready to start with the engagement festivities. The Queen, and Delilah, who was more excited than anyone else about this whole thing. I was convinced that she was happy that she wouldn’t be responsible for me anymore.
I’d be royal, and I’d be Henry’s problem now. Or the Q
